Daddy's Rival: 5. The Edge of Temptation

Alina couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this alive, this reckless, this… dangerous. The city below sparkled like a sea of stars, oblivious to the storm raging inside the penthouse above. Lucian had pulled her into a world she knew she shouldn’t inhabit, yet each moment with him felt magnetic, inevitable, and terrifyingly delicious.

He leaned against the grand piano, watching her with that slow, deliberate intensity that made her pulse spike and her stomach coil with desire. Every look, every gesture, every lingering glance was a test—and she was failing spectacularly.

“You’re restless,” he said, voice low, teasing, as if he could read every thought tangled in her mind.

“I—” she began, but the words failed her. Every fiber of her being was attuned to him. She had tried to stay rational, to remind herself of loyalty, of family, of boundaries. But they were meaningless against the gravity of him. Against all of him. He was more male than any she had come acro